Page 96 of Don't Leave Me

“It can be ours, if you’d like,” he said softly, putting his arm around my waist and pulling me close.

My heart dropped and I looked up at him with wide eyes.

“Really?”

He nodded, a grin on his face.

“Doesn’t this place cost a fortune? I mean –”

“Don’t worry about money, Hana. I’ve got plenty of it,” he interrupted.

He does?

“Oh,” I breathed, still in shock.

He chuckled to himself and eyed me as I let it all sink in.This place could beours? Holy shit. Holy shit!

“Tell me what you’re thinking, Hana,” he pleaded.

I looked up at him and his eyes were wide and hopeful.

“Let’s do it,” I giggled, finally letting out all of my excitement. “Let’s live here!”

Michael’s face lit up. “Really?”

“Yes,” I kept giggling. “Yes,” I wrapped my arms around him and I felt him lift me up, swinging me around.

“God, I love you,” he said into my ear, squeezing me tightly.

I put my hands on his cheeks as I looked up at him. “I love you too,” I felt myself get teary-eyed. I felt like I was truly living in a fairytale.

“I’ll sign all the paperwork tomorrow and we can be in this week,” he kept me in his arms.

“Oh my god, we’ll have our first Christmas here!” I exclaimed.

He seemed amused at my excitement.

“We should get going to catch the show,” he took my hand, guiding me to the elevator that was also on the 2ndfloor.

“This place is amazing,” I mused to myself as we went into the elevator, smiling from ear to ear.

Another thing that I loved about the apartment was the location – it was under half a mile to all the trains, it was near a bunch of restaurants and boutiques, and it was only about a 20-minute train ride to nearly everywhere: downtown, Williamsburg, Central Park. We took the 10-minute 1 train up to Hell’s Kitchen and arrived at the theater just minutes before the show started. I looked over at a sign for the show and there was a huge photo of Jessica as Roxie Hart, looking perfect over the “Chicago” sign.God, she’s beautiful. We picked up our tickets at will call and walked into the small, beautiful theater, my hands shaking with excitement. We had seats in the center of the first balcony that had a perfect view. And then the show began.

I was blown away. Jessica’s performance was truly spectacular: she was funny, charming, and talented – her singing, acting and dancing skills were amazing. The whole show was great and Michael even seemed to enjoy himself; by the end, we were both in great moods as we walked out of the theater hand in hand.

“How’d you like it?” I asked as we walked down Broadway towards Times Square.

“It was good,” he nodded. “How’d you like your first Broadway experience?” he smiled down at me.

“I loved it. Jessica is so talented,” I widened my eyes. “And so beautiful,” I shook my head in awe.

Michael narrowed his eyes at me with a smile. “Sounds like someone’s got a crush,” he teased me.

“I do! She’s perfect,” I teased back. “And tomorrow she’s agreed to let me take a picture of her for the article,” I explained excitedly; she e-mailed me earlier and was excited to come to the apartment to shoot some pictures.

Michael continued to tease me. “What kind of picture?” he raised an eyebrow.

“Shut up,” I pushed his shoulder.

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